With my brother I scaled the threshing
night under halide arcs

flaked slate lodes tooth to cliff
and four feet dangling

We pushed to the front to face
the light and growl

We sidled the flank
Sang out of our same profile

Rebore ourselves as twins
and our ears rang for weeks

—One cheek cool the other
flushed One hand hot plump
the other old veins marmoreal

sheer o shakar seeps the unfired
clay of kheer bowls and cool
soil seeps orchard eclipse
for spoon scrape

They smash our bowls
when we’re done on the earth
one hand the ramifying giver
the other—

—Downpour ground mirror
swims the shards by star
Cranky grays hot whites
The lacewing paris with their ebon
hair take off on a ripple
but we are hers

She said we have to voyage to
eye to eye at clouds
Said all summer puddles
were the wading pool of jannat